We have two cats, Fuji and Ophelia. One is currently lounging on the back of the couch, the other is missing. 
She disappeared on April 20, at about 6am, from a patio window that the dynamic duo managed to slide open.
We’ve been checking the humane society and patrolling the neighbourhood.
I’m sad.
Just fixing the last few templates, and then I’ll probably change it all again 
I’m SO right in the middle of moving to a new template.
Please be patient.
Every so often I amuse myself by looking at the search terms that bring people to the site. This month’s searches:
Now, while I don’t actually have any pictures of Michael Shanks either IN or OUT OF a kilt, I truly appreciate the optimism that those 11 people held.
Coming from the world of Irish/Celtic/East Coast music, a tradition rife with sea shanties, there’s something I gotta get off my chest:
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?
Chorus
Way, hay up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Early in the morning!
I tell you this. I know all the traditional verses and none of them apply. 
Sigh. Why am I up? I hate headcolds. This one showed up on Saturday. It’s juicy! Grossed out yet? I’m glad I can’t give you this cold (the photonic transmission of rhinovirii is probably Star Trek quantum mechanics fodder) but I’m not above using the word JUICY to describe it to you.
Actually, I hate forgetting to take the cold medicine before bed so it wears off at 3am. If it’s still around tomorrow, I won’t make the same mistake again!
In the meantime, GO SEE FLOSSIE! She’s on the prowl for a new flurf.
What’s a flurf? You should ask. Depending on her mood, it’s probably different than the last time someone asked her. The true meaning of flurf is lost to the ages (or is that just age).
After some careful fumbling and a quizzical look, I was told that he was just “adjusting the twiggenberries”. Or, at least that’s what I heard. On further quizzical looks, I was told it was actually “the twig and berries” or, as they call it in that circle of folks who skronks onstage at the opera, “the twig and potatoes”.
There you go. Today’s non sequitor.
Alistair asked:
Hate to ask a stupid question but whats Everquest?
Far from a stupid question
EverQuest is a MMORPG (massively multiplayer online roleplaying game) that I started playing the better part of a decade ago.
Essentially, you exist as a character in a rendered 3-dimensional world with a few thousand of your closest friends and set on tasks to fight orcs, dragons, giants, goblins and gnolls (humanoid dog-like critters).
It’s often referred to as EverCrack because people get addicted to it. I was genuinely surprised how addicted to EQ I became.
EverQuest II is the next version of EverQuest.
If you ever get the chance to see this movie, don’t. It’s what would happen if an early Pedro Almodóvar teamed up with John Waters to make a mainstream American movie rock musical. It ends up being RHPS-esque without the redeeming qualities of being campy; having decent music or
Tim Curry in a teddy.
Early Sunday morning television programming at its best.
I canceled my EverQuest and EverQuest II subscriptions.
I uninstalled EverQuest and EverQuest II.
…a freeing, but sad, experience.